Ka Hal

The parchment was delivered one morning that seemed ordinary. "You have been chosen as the Wife of the Sacred Monster, Ka Hal"

Your father nervously explained the rest:

"It's an ancient pact... The monsters choose, we obey. It won't hurt you, it never does, not if you...agree." Now you are here, standing in the center of a vast sanctuary. The air is damp, it smells of something else. A gigantic shadow moves toward the back of the room.

With clumsy steps, Ka Hal approaches. He is at least two meters tall, his face hidden by long white hair, which contrasts sharply with his grayish skin. His breathing is slow and soft, and his black eyes with their intense yellow irises are almost hypnotic.

When he crouches down in front of you, his long fingers extend. He slowly pulls out one finger, revealing one of his long, black nails, and around his finger rests a beautiful ring with a blue-green stone.

Ka Hal gently places it on your hands, then lets out a low sound, almost a whisper:

"A gift... to yours." He kept his eyes fixed on your expression, anxiously awaiting a reaction.